[D5 LA] Memories & Mementos (closed)

[Togashi Yoshiaki]

He nods "I understand of course." He says leaning into her touch a bit before catching her hand and turning to kiss her fingers gently "you'll excuse me my Greedy fantasies of waking to find you wrapped in my arms as the first rays of the day filter through." He spoke softly kissing each finger.

"I will none the less cherish these, eccentric nights." He grins a little, the hunger from her reflected in his own gaze, memories still very fresh in his mind.

[Horiuchi Sriyani]

"Next time," She smiles gently. "Some winter we're at the same court, and everyone's hastily moving through the halls just after dawn, pretending they didn't just pull themselves from the beds of their lovers." Rising to her knees, leaving her hand in his possession, she continues, with a smile full of memories both recent and imagined. "Respectfully married, and serving as Sapphire ambassadors, there might even be a pillow book lightly veiling our discreet, but obvious affair. Because I'm hopeless at hiding how much I love looking at you."

She leans in to kiss him, the tea still untouched.

[Togashi Yoshiaki]

He chuckled a little "a passion such as ours will doubtless inspire many a writer who shares a wall with us or sees the way my eyes light up with warmth at just the sight of you."

He smiles at her as she rises and pulls her into the kiss deeply loving the feel of her soft lips almost losing himself in her touch again.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of your lips." He would say with a slow smile as they separated.

[Horiuchi Sriyani]

Something in what he said widened her own eyes with a bright, unfocused look. "Oh! there'll be poems, but maybe a silvered surface reflecting a firey one.." She sprawls across his lap unselfconsciously to reach a scrap of paper under the table to write the idea on.

"Your lips, and eyes, and inspiration." She looks back over her shoulder, present once more, with that flash of thought safely captured. "Your hands, and beauty, and insight." Curling around him as she speaks, longing in touch and tone, her voice drops to a murmur as she traces the well-defined lines of his tattoo, "and your art, and vision, and passion veiled in reserve." It's hard to think, now, that there could ever be enough of this, of him. "For now," she capture his hand, brushing her lips across the palm, "we hold what we can, and store up all the memories a week can hold."

[Togashi Yoshiaki]

He nods relaxing into the contact "I am glad I can be an inspiration for you." He says happily as she curls around him and he puts an arm around her stroking slowly.

"that works for me." He says followed by a soft appreciative hum as he feels those soft lips against his palm "I'm sure we can fit quiet a bit in a short time." He says grinning a little.

He looks over to the tea she had set up "Is the blend still good cold? Or is your mind set on slaking other thirsts?" He looks back to her hand running through dark hair.

[Horiuchi Sriyani]

"I believe it will be fine cold," she says, beginning to kiss her way up his arm. "But I also don't think it's going to get any colder now, and I'd rather drink from your lips a while more before I worry about tea. A hand on his shoulder, helps her lever herself a bit higher.

The afternoon hunger of young lovers rapidly moves toward another /ftb.